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“Yeah, wassup?”

“Repeat what you just said to me.”

“I’m sayin’, yo…there’s no way you gonna bounce, if we have a child together.”

“So does that mean you’re considering it?”

“It means I’ve been givin’ it some thought. We can talk more

’bout it when I get out there.”

“That works for me. Listen, I gotta get ready to drive out to Santa Monica to meet with a client. Have a great time in Phoenix. And try not to give out too much of that good stuff while you’re out.”

“Thanks, babe. Don’t worry. I’ma have enough nut for you when I get back.”

“Mmmmm, you promise?”

“No doubt. You know this dick comes fully loaded, baby.” Wit’out thinkin’, I slide my hand down into my boxer briefs and start playin’ wit’ my shit. E’ery time I talk to her, she bricks this dick.

“And I can’t wait for you to get here to unload it all over my pussy, ass and face.”

“I got you, baby,” I tell her, strokin’ my dick ’til it thickens. She got me wantin’ to bust a nut. “Yo, keep that pussy tight for me.”

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“Always, baby.”

I smile. “What’s my name?”

She sucks her teeth, laughin’. “Daddy Long Stroke.”

I deepen my strokes. “Say that shit like you mean it, Cherry.”

She moans. “Daaaaaaaddy Loooooooong Strrrrrrrrrrrroke.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Don’t forget that shit either.”

“Bye, Alley Cat.”

“Bye, baby. You be safe out there.”

“You, too,” she says. “Call me when you get back.”

“No doubt.” We disconnect. I set my cell up on the counter. Spit in my hand, then yank a hot one out right here in the middle of my kitchen floor.

When I’m done spittin’ my nut, I walk over to the kitchen sink and wash my hands. I take the paper towel I use to dry my hands and wipe up the floor, then toss it in the garbage. The weed and poppin’ that nut got a muhfucka hungry as hell, I think, openin’ the ’fridge and pullin’ out a pack of four veggie patties. I place ’em in a pan wit’ some olive oil, then let ’em brown. I pick up my cell and decide to hit Pops up. “Hey, old man,” I say the minute he answers. “How you?”

“Good,” he says. “Where you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been kinda layin’ low, feel me?”

He chuckles. “Woman drama, hunh?”

“Never that. I don’t entertain that mess. Why you say that, though?”

“You haven’t been around, so I kinda figured that’s what it was. On top of the fact you got these gals coming here looking for you.”

“Man, them broads are crazy.”

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